"Boom--!"
A hole broke open in the brick wall, sending broken bricks flying and dust billowing everywhere.
Fang Han stood up from the broken bricks, his blue robe covered in dust, and there were a few bits of hair in his hair. He looked quite disheveled and dirty.
But his eyes were surprisingly bright.
"Wind God Step, Minor Accomplishment."
He muttered to himself, a barely suppressed smile playing on his lips.
The collision was caused by a sudden breakthrough in his Body Movement, which increased his speed several times over. He couldn't stop in time and crashed into the courtyard wall.
As for the injury?
With his powerful physique after Beginner stage the < Black Tortoise True Art >, he smashed through a brick courtyard wall without even breaking his skin.
"Senior brother!"
Qui Lan's voice came from the courtyard gate, tinged with nervousness.
She ran closer, followed by two Maid. The three of them looked at the courtyard wall with a large hole in it, and then at Fang Han's disheveled appearance, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt.
"Senior brother, are you alright?"
Qui Lan quickly asked, her gaze carefully scrutinizing Fang Han.
"It's alright."
Fang Han patted the dust off his sleeves, his expression calm.
"I just lost control for a moment while cultivating and smashed a hole in the wall."
"Notify the miscellaneous services department tomorrow to have someone come and fix it."
Fang Han patted the dust off his clothes and said.
"Yes, senior brother."
Qui Lan quickly agreed, bowed, and left with her two Maid.
"The speed is several times faster!"
Fang Han in the courtyard.
He stood with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, carefully experiencing the changes brought about by the breakthrough of the < Wind God Step > to Minor Accomplishment.
The speed is several times faster than when Beginner stage.
That kind of speed is not simply a straight-line sprint, but a kind of elusive and agile movement that blends into the wind and unites with heaven and earth.
"At my current speed, I should be no slower than an ordinary First Grade martial artist."
Fang Han muttered to himself, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
The completion of the < Wind God Step > Minor Accomplishment means that even if he is no match for First Grade martial artist, he has a better chance of escaping.
He glanced down at the courtyard wall with a hole in it and remained silent for a moment.
"Finding a more open place to practice martial arts is now an urgent matter."
As their strength increases, this courtyard becomes increasingly unsuitable for practicing martial arts.
The residual power of his Sword Technique could leave the backyard in a mess, and his breakthrough in Body Movement could smash through the courtyard wall—if this continued, he might tear the entire courtyard down.
We must find a more open space as soon as possible for practicing martial arts.
The next morning, in Quiet Room.
Morning light streamed through the cracks in the window lattice, casting long, thin shadows on the blue brick floor.
Wisps of smoke curled from the Sandalwood Incense burner, their delicate fragrance mingling with the cool morning air.
" Heaven Origin Pill."
Fang Han sat cross-legged on a futon and poured out a Heaven Origin Pill from a jade bottle.
The Danyao are the size of longan fruits, with a translucent white color like jade, and faint cloud-like patterns flowing on their surface.
He put it in his mouth, Danyao melted instantly. A medicinal power far more powerful than that of the Earth Spirit Pill spread throughout his abdomen like a warm river, flowing into his limbs and bones.
The purity and gentleness of its medicinal properties far surpass those of the Earth Spirit Pill.
If the medicinal power of the Earth Spirit Pill is like river water, it needs to be refined and purified using the Azure Profound Art before it can be transformed into one's own Internal Qi.
The medicinal power of the Heaven Origin Pill is like a stream, with very few impurities, and can be easily integrated into the Internal Qi circulation with a little guidance.
"Splash--"
Fang Han calmed his mind and slowly began to circulate the Azure Profound Art.
The cyan-gold Internal Qi flowed through the meridians, like a fine net, capturing, absorbing, and refining the medicinal power of the Heaven Origin Pill bit by bit.
The medicinal power transforms into wisps of newly generated Internal Qi, which circulates along the meridians and then flows into the Shenmai Acupoint.
The growth rate was visible to the naked eye.
Each infusion of new Internal Qi makes the Internal Qi in the Shenmai Acupoint more abundant.
That sense of fulfillment was like parched land receiving timely rain; every inch of soil greedily absorbed the moisture, gradually becoming plump and full.
Time slipped away silently.
The light outside the window changed from hazy to bright, and then gradually became warm.
In the distance, the faint sounds of disciples shouting during their morning exercises, along with the long, drawn-out tolling of a bell, could be heard.
More than an hour later.
"Call--"
The medicinal power of the Heaven Origin Pill was completely refined and absorbed, Fang Han slowly opened his eyes.
A glint of pale golden light flashed in his eyes and disappeared in an instant.
He exhaled a breath of stale air, a Long-lasting Breath lingered in the Quiet Room for a moment before dissipating.
"Seventy percent."
Fang Han felt the increasingly abundant Internal Qi in his Shenmai Acupoint.
He had broken through to the Third Grade Middle Stage some time ago, and even though he was injured, he had not stopped cultivating his Internal Qi these past few days.
The Internal Qi in the Shenmai Acupoint is now more than 70% full.
At this rate, the Shenmai Acupoint will be fully Perfection Realm in at most another half month, at which point it will be able to reach the bottleneck of the Third Grade Late Stage.
"Crackling and popping--"
Fang Han stood up and stretched his slightly sore and numb muscles.
After having breakfast prepared by Qui Lan, he left the villa and walked along the bluestone path toward the True Transmission Courtyard's administration office.
As the morning light streamed down, the grass and trees along the mountain path swayed gently in the breeze, and a few fallen leaves twirled and drifted down.
The True Transmission Courtyard's administration office was a two-story wooden building with blue bricks and gray tiles. A plaque hung in front of the door, bearing the four characters " True Disciple Administration Office".
Fang Han stepped into the building.
A servant disciple had already informed the Deacon Zhou Heng Zhou Heng, who put down his work, put on a smile, and came to greet Fang Han immediately.
"Master True Disciple, what brings you here today?"
Deacon Deacon the True Transmission Courtyard is a lucrative job, and he must have had quite a powerful background to be able to hold that True Transmission Courtyard.
However, no matter how powerful they were, they dared not neglect Fang Han.
After all, Fang Han, as a True Disciple of a sect with the potential to break through to the Grandmaster level, has already broken through the barriers of background, so even someone like him with connections wouldn't dare to be neglected.
Fang Han got straight to the point:
" Deacon Zhou, the Cultivation Ground in our courtyard are no longer suitable for daily cultivation. I would like to find a more open Cultivation Ground. Is that possible?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Heng was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said:
"What's so difficult about that? There's Cultivation Ground right there in the True Transmission Courtyard. I'll take you there right now."
He put down his work and led Fang Han outside.
The two walked along the bluestone path for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, until they arrived at the door of a stone chamber built underground.
Zhou Heng took a bunch of keys from his waist, picked out one, inserted it into the keyhole, and gently turned it.
The stone door slid open silently.
Behind the door was a stone staircase leading downwards, with Night-Luminescent Pearl embedded in the walls on both sides, emitting a cool glow that illuminated the passageway.
Fang Han followed Zhou Heng down the stone steps.
After climbing several dozen steps, the view suddenly opened up before me.
This is a huge underground Cultivation Ground.
The dome is towering, several meters high, and the walls and floor are all paved with a bluish-gray stone.
The stone's surface was as smooth as a mirror, yet it subtly shimmered with a metallic sheen—it was obsidian, renowned for its hardness.
This type of stone is several times harder than ordinary steel, making it an excellent material for building Cultivation Ground.
The entire Cultivation Ground was several times the size of an ordinary courtyard, spacious and open, with Night-Luminescent Pearl on the four walls emitting a cool glow, illuminating every inch of the ground clearly.
Fang Han's gaze swept over his surroundings, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
This place is more than enough for him to use his skills.
Zhou Heng handed the key to Fang Han:
"Master True Disciple, what do you think of this Cultivation Ground? If you find it suitable, then use it for now. As for your backyard, I'll have someone measure it out immediately, and construction on its expansion will begin in a few days."
"Thank you for your Deacon, Steward Zhou."
Fang Han took the key and nodded slightly.
Zhou Heng gave a few more instructions, then took his leave.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away along the stone steps, eventually disappearing outside the stone gate.
Fang Han in the Cultivation Ground.
He did not rush to draw his sword, but instead stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the open space, closing his eyes and concentrating.
The cool, clear light of the Night-Luminescent Pearl cast his long shadow on the smooth obsidian floor.
" The Void-Sundering Sword Manual."
In his mind, the sword manual of the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual > flowed slowly.
Those sword techniques and Internal Qi circulation methods that he already knew by heart were now being deduced in his mind with incredible smoothness.
It was as if the thin veil that had been covering our eyes had been lifted layer by layer, and every minute detail had become clear.
The three Sword-Shaped Grass greatly enhanced his Sword Art Talent.
With the added Sword Art Talent Amplification, the resulting transformation is nothing short of miraculous.
Now, when he cultivates the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual >, it's just like when he was cultivating top-tier Sword Technique. He no longer experiences the difficulty and sluggishness he felt when facing master-level martial arts.
Every key point is easy to understand upon reflection; every moment of contemplation yields new insights.
"Clang--"
Fang Han opened his eyes.
Place your right hand on the hilt of the sword.
The Cloudsplitter Sword was drawn, its Dark Cyan blade gleaming with a restrained radiance under the glow of the Night-Luminescent Pearl.
The air seemed to freeze slightly where the sword's edge pointed.
He didn't use any fancy moves; he simply thrust out his sword.
Where the sword tip passed, a very faint ripple appeared in the air.
The ripples were faint yet persistent, lingering for several breaths after the sword's edge passed before slowly dissipating.
He sheathed his sword and thrust it out again.
The second sword strike was a fraction faster than the first.
The third strike was even faster.
Fourth sword, fifth sword, sixth sword--
Sword light flashed in the Cultivation Ground, sometimes as gentle and silent as a breeze, but sometimes concealing deadly intent.
Sometimes it strikes like a sudden clap of thunder, sharp and incomparable, sending chills down one's spine.
The variations in sword techniques, the circulation of Internal Qi, and the fusion of the Wind Concept with the Sword Intent's power—
Everything appeared clearly in his mind, like the sun breaking through the clouds.
He could clearly feel that his understanding of the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual > was deepening at a visible speed.
Each thrust of the sword was more fluid and graceful than the last.
"Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times—"
Fang Han was so engrossed in practicing his Sword Technique that he forgot about the passage of time.
Sword light crisscrossed the Cultivation Ground, the Wind Concept solidified into a tangible form, and the faint ripples in the air became clearer and longer.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the back of his blue robe was gradually soaked with sweat. But his eyes were surprisingly bright.
After a long while, he sheathed his sword and stood up, concluding his Sword Technique practice for the day.